Myths of Power

Joseph quickly backed against the wall.

"Come out where I can see you then." His eyes darted from one side of the room to the other. There was still nothing there.

"That would be a little hard."

"What's so hard about showing yourself?"

"Firstly, keep you voice down or the guard will hear you. Secondly.." the voice trailed off a bit.

"Secondly, I can't come out because I'm not really here, per se."

Joseph started turning his head trying to pinpoint the source." What do you mean 'Not Here'?"

"Tell me...What do you know about Vampyres?"

" 'pyres? Blood-sucking, pretty strong, can take a lot of damage...look look...what does this have to do with you 'not-being-here'?"

"Calm down Joseph..."

"And how do you know my name?" Joseph began to scratch at the bricks in the wall looking for some type of hole.

"Here's the thing Joseph. Most of those things are true. However..."

Josephs eyes tightened. He knew something bad was going to come out.

"In every clan there are two or three that are, shall we say, different."

Joseph managed to place his head in his hands and shack it. " You're really starting to get me mad and this damnable collar will kill me if that happens so ,please, just explain yourself."

"My apologies. These 'special' vampyres look act and have the same abilities as the others except for them to survive, they don't just drain a victim of their blood."

"I don't understand...."

"Normally blood draining can keep a vampyre alive forever. That's not enough for the others. It may keep them alive for a longer time than a normal human, but not much more. At some point he needs to perform a blood-transferance."

"What, by the gods, is that?"

" They tranfer all of their blood into a new host body, which is then transformed into a new 'special' vampyre."

Sweat began dripping down Josephs brow. "What are you telling me?"

"I'm so sorry Joseph, I never intended this to happen." The voice slowly changed to a more familiar one.

Joseph's eyes widened fully. "MEYLISS?! What the HELL?!?"

"Some of my blood must have mixed into your body during our first fight...turn away from the bucket."

Joseph quickly turned to his side and vomits anything that was in his stomache, and spits. "What have you done to me?"

"While my host body was still alive, i was surpressed, but after those wilds...I started becoming aware."

Joseph laughed. "So your timing is just great! Maybe you can take me over before they hang me!"

"That's another problem."

"Oh fantastic...what's next?!"

"Well, none of my kind have ever been able to take over another faerie kind. Just humans, so this is new to me as well."

"Well I'm glad to be the first." he said sarcastically.

"The good news here, Joseph, is that only a small amount of blood-transferance was done. I don't think I COULD take over your body, even if it was possible."

Joseph falls back onto the cell wall, drained by the realization. With a flick of his leg, the bucket is thrown across the cell.

"I'm sorry Joseph, I'm so sorr.."

"Just shut-up...just shut-up and let me sleep."

".....sorry....."